Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1038 - 682: Battle Festival, Rematch! (Double-Length) (Part 2)

Gapar knew he was about to start reminiscing about his few free adventures from his youth again, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I'm leaving now, it's about to start."

"Why hurry, you're not—"

Fred hadn't finished his sentence when Gapar suddenly disappeared.

"...Tsk, a guy who doesn't respect the elderly."

He discontentedly pursed his lips, but when he saw the soldiers below chasing the deflated Latan balloons, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth.

"It's really nice..."

At this moment, many things were happening simultaneously.

Banto and the two Princes were all giving pre-battle speeches to their legions, making the atmosphere extremely intense.

Elo was busy checking the preparations of his tribesmen, testing the quality of the helmets customized by everyone for this battle with siege spear designs.

Hidor was gloomily mumbling, "I'm not yet legendary, I don't want to go," while casually encouraging his tribesmen.

Nadi pointed at Elo and Hidor, saying to the crowd in front of her, "Just fight better than those guys."

Inside the adventurer's guild, a heated pre-battle party was underway, with adventurers downing cup after cup of combustible oolong tea mixed with Water of Life.

Inside the magic association... seems like there wasn't any special activity happening, but all the magicians determined to participate were clinging to their sealed bottles and jars, laughing eerily as they could finally resume their shut-down experiments.

Quite fitting to people's stereotypes about magicians.

"Good luck, adventurer big sister whose name I don't know!" a child cheered for the adventurers heading toward the Teleportation Gate.

"Thanks, but sister's job today is a photographer."

Luluwo affectionately rubbed the child's hair, then waved to the photographers carrying bags and equipment behind her, saying, "Let's go, inside!"

Tami, Berto & other members of the Skyrim Strategy Group: "Get to work, go to work!"

About an hour after the Skyrim Strategy Group entered the Dungeon.

"Zzzz... Hello, hello, can you hear me, how's the image quality?"

The largest projection screen on the Golden Tree suddenly lit up, Luluwo's voice came from inside it, instantly spreading across the city and attracting everyone's attention.

"Is it finally starting? Look, that's Red Lion City, I've seen it in previous images!" People excitedly pointed to the screen.

The background was unmistakably Red Lion City, with its familiar beacons and crimson sky, the scent of Galide hitting everyone as if they could smell the blood and gunpowder.

People felt that today's Red Lion City seemed several times larger than before, and the plaza appeared sufficient to accommodate all the warriors attending the Battle Festival.

The image transmission had no issues, in fact, the delay was better than before, which surprised Luluwo greatly, as previous tests had sync issues between sound and image.

This was mainly because Gong Qiying had given the green light for their livestream this time.

The tests were successful, with projections from other cities connecting to the image one by one centered around the Golden Tree, and within minutes, people who were bustling around started gathering in front of the screens.

A soldier wanted to use height advantage, but had their head hammered by his captain, "What are you still doing, it's started, go watch! His Majesty wants popularity!"

It was all as rehearsed, as the crowd rapidly gathered, and forces from all sides gradually prepared themselves.

Luluwo counted down five minutes, and as the countdown reached zero, blood—ah no, as the countdown reached zero, she pressed a certain switch.

The next second, sounds from the surrounding environment came from the projection.

The Latan soldiers standing atop Red Lion City were always singing a tune that was either a war song or a requiem, and the music finally passed through the projection to the Imperial Capital and other cities at this moment.

Almost simultaneously, the largest dragons appeared in the skies of various cities, and with a dragon roar signifying the start, the orchestras on their backs instantly started playing music!

What they played was the tune of Latan's soldiers!

But after being adapted by famous local music masters, the originally simple melody was enriched with orchestral music, grandiose sounds synchronized across the cities, turning the tune into a grand blessing song for the warriors before their departure!

"Sounds great, the adaptation is high-level!" "Oh, oh, oh, I really want to punch something now!" "Don't go crazy here, you idiot!"

The emotions of the large crowd of spectators were stirred, without guards maintaining order the venue would likely be in chaos.

In the image, Gapar's back appeared in the center, he raised the Lion Badge towards the sky, the badge glowing brightly into the heavens.

When the light shot into the sky, thousands of troops descended from above.

The previously empty plaza was filled with people full of battle fervor at this moment, the atmosphere suddenly surged toward intensity.

The City Lord Jie Lian raised his Longsword atop the city wall, his hoarse voice shouting:

"The sky is full of stars, the festival's moment has arrived!"

"The strongest demigod in the Broken War, General Latan, is waiting for you!"

"Warriors, fight! Defeat the strong enemies with honor and claim the Great Rune!"

"The Battle Festival begins! The Latan Festival begins!"